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The eternal dilemma of the artist - Can I paint a timeless piece of chocolate and not be thought a pig? Maybe if I drip some blood on it to represent all human suffering? And some drool on the side, for come on, one has to respect the chocolate...

Saturday, October 09, 2010

sleep

Last month I dragged my feet along a long corridor and saw what a blind man couldn't. When I tried to walk his shoes, my heart mended with envy. An hour of blindness only made me want more.

To take ten minutes to brush my teeth.

To understand the textures of my clothes, and be frustrated with how many I have, and how similar they feel. It no longer mattered how different they looked. They all had holes for the head and arms, they all covered whatever the world would demand be hidden, whatever, whyever, that battle I must stop fighting sometime. And when I was blind it made even less sense than usual.

When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn't as happy as I had imagined sight would be. Its just the same old world clouded and gray, infinitely demanding once its figured out I will pay. I want a little blindness, every day. Perhaps its just the novelty, still works. I won't struggle any more to darkness imprisoning me, I am chaos, I need a prison to understand.

to close your eyesand take ten minutesfor nothingis never idealin a job filled spacewords, ideal career dreamcalled life

loss of freedom its always a wolfat the door, whine to howl,one 'give up' awayone generation of shuteye